#eniya

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Prof. Dr. Eng. Eniya Listiani Dewi

Dr. Eniya adalah salah satu ilmuwan Indonesia yang sangat cerdas. Beliau merupakan ilmuwan yang cukup dikenal dan bahkan juga memiliki predikat cukup baik. Bukan hanya itu saja, penemu perempuan ini mampu menemukan suatu hal versi baru. Penemuan yang beliau temukan yaitu berupa membran sel bahan bakar menggunakan unsur vanadium. Keberhasilannya menemukan katalis baru untuk sel bahan bakar beliau dianugerahi Habibie Award 2010 di ilmu rekayasa.

[mlmcaptainpike]

You're too nice ahaha but here's some more Eniya/Nick/Rama/Sarita vibes:

Yep, Eniya and Rama become friends with Kira more when both of them come on the station. They knew of each other in the resistance but Rama and Eniya weren't in the same cell as Kira so they pretty much just knew she was fighting for the resistance too

Eniya and O'Brien are close, he's a good mentor to her and they bond over their annoyance with the Cardassian tech in the station and their shared experiences with war

Eniya and Nick also get together during the Dominion War and at one point babysit for Keiko and O'Brien

Nick respects the hell out of Julian even though he's a year or two older than him

Oh also Nick is the one to tell Kasidy Yates she's pregnant at the end of the seventh season (and helps deliver the baby)

Rama is also friends with Jadzia because they practice Klingon martial arts together

After Jadzia dies, Worf eventually asks Rama if they want to practice it with him since neither of them have someone to practice with anymore

There's also a side plot where Rama falls for Kasidy Yates's first mate Opal and finds out she's a Maquis when Opal wants them to come with her but it doesn't work out

Thanks for your encouragement, it means a lot :))))

of course!!! thank YOU for doing all this work and writing out these asks to send to me!! send more if you want!! i love your ocs so much and i want to see a version of ds9 that has them included. the thing about worf practicing with rama after jadzia dies has me like ;-; THATS SO SAD !! i really like how well they fit into the story in these little ways but at the same time theyre so unique .... UGH 10/10 thank you for this

[welcometoenchiron]

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Eniya is the first of the countries. It's mainly desert, grassland, and a lot of the coastline. It is the homeland of humans, and it's gone through many forms and political systems over time with varying amounts of centrality. For the past few centuries, it's been a collection of centralized city-states. A lot of small, semi-indepedent nations who identify under the unified banner of Eniya and defer to a capitol and the court of the Desert Mother and Father. These monarchs don't hold that much actual power; a council of city-state representatives do most of the political maneuvering, but the monarchs can suggest things to consider and have a bit more power among the people. They're said to be immortal beings, and their identities as individuals are obscured to maintain this illusion. Facial coverings are very popular in Eniya because of them, and they're in part why the Void Mother's religion has taken hold so effectively in the country. Its adherents place a huge emphasis on the identifying and unifying past lives to achieve the ultimate destruction of the self and return to the Mother.

[welcometoenchiron]

God’s Chorus

Two hours into his shift on night watch, Damien closed his eyes to listen. The entire world was asleep, everyone but him. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago; all lay asleep in their cots or beds or hammocks. He could imagine even the sea and the very ship itself to be sleeping too: Faintly, the lapping of waves reached him from his place in the crow's nest, and the boat creaked, rocking with the ocean's rhythm. To him, these were the inhalations and exhalations of nature itself. His brown eyes opened, and he reached up to fold his hands behind his head and toss his dark brown legs up over the edge of the crow's nest so he could lounge better.

Indeed, it was a rare night tonight. Both moons were plunged into darkness, allowing Damien a rare view of so many, many stars. Only once every few months did the cycles of both moons sync up in such a manner. He could pick out so many constellations: the Western Wheel, the Black Pyramid, and Cryptoprocta were all visible to him tonight, along with a few constellations he had made up during the many hours he whittled away up here, like Tito and the Northern Lantern. With the mainland merely a smudge in the distance, on a night like tonight, creating and spotting constellations was his greatest joy. Every so often, however, it was Damien's duty to tear his gaze away from the sky scan the area. Each time he looked, he saw nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Always nothing. With such a run-of-the-mill load of cargo, everyone knew this was largely a matter of routine. Guaranteeing 24-hour guard was just a way to garner business.

“Eastern Arrow. Teralyn. Asteria,” he thought, mentally ticking off the names. His hand moved to scratch an itch on his scalp, and the watertight coils of his black hair bounced back into place as his hand returned to its partner. He looked around, glazed eyes scanning the water more a matter of habit than attention. Not a single mast in sight, but before he turned his attention back to the sky, a pair of red lights in the water caught his eye. His brows came together; he pulled his legs into the crow's nest to stand and lean over the edge, squinting at the lights. They were no bigger than stars. He looked up at the sky, hoping himself wrong, but no: There were no red stars. The lights were beneath the water, and they began to move.

In a flash, Damien had hopped over the edge of the crow's nest and in leaps and bounds descended the rope ladder to reach the deck. With a heavy thump, his bare feet hit the floor, and he ran to the railing. The night thus far had been warm, humid even—he was able to be in shorts without shoes comfortably—but as he watched that pair of red lights near the ship, a chill crept into him. His fingertips dug into the wood fibers of the rail. Naturally, he had been trained to deal with sea seraphs should they appear, but in his eight years at sea, he had never seen them, not here. Only once had he even attended the night markets they hosted back home. Oh, but he knew the stories. His eyes watched the red lights near the ship's hull. Perhaps it was only a singular seraph looking to trade on its way to or from the market. Perhaps it was just another one of the ocean's fluorescent beasts. Perhaps. The lights drew close enough to touch the hull, and a sharp screech cut the darkness; the ocean all around the ship lit up in a full spectrum of colour. They were surrounded.

Damien ran. He pounded on the captain's door, on the first mate's door, on the second mate's door. “Wake up cap'n; we have seraphs! Seena, Liana! Get up! Seraphs!” he shouted before turning to race down the stairs into the hold, sprinting to the sleeping quarters. “Wake up! We have seraphs! You want to make it home? Get up and get armed!” he repeated his message at the top of his voice as he stormed through the hold, a fury in his own right. As he passed, he punched the arms and toppled the hammocks of those not moving fast enough, which was to say, everyone. Fortunately, most heeded his call, and in seconds, the hold was a flurry of activity. For his own part, Damien ran to his cot to grab his machete before racing down into the lowest depths of the hold. His breath heaved in his chest and his fingers trembled as he attempted to tie the sheath of his machete to his belt. The hull was undamaged as of yet, but the echoes of his training reached him as if he had heard them yesterday: Some will attack the hull while others attempt to take control of the ship from the deck. He was not completely sure that he did not imagine those words. A few others joined him, and he swallowed, hand clenching around the hilt of his machete.

The first knife pierced the hull, but Damien was not the first to respond: One of his mates, club hammer in hand, struck at the blade and bent it, trapping it in place. The crew watched it wiggle; they watched the sea seraph pull it in and out attempting to reclaim its weapon only to fail. They watched it give up. More blades followed the first, and then they were all moving: All were striking at blades, and sometimes those blades broke only to be removed and reinserted elsewhere. Water began to leak in from the small holes the blades created, whether they were trapped there or if they were attempting to gain entry elsewhere. The chill of the sea water made Damien curl his bare toes, but he took no further notice. He could not afford to. He hung in the back and waited for one to break through.

The seraphs were learning; the blades were getting higher, beyond the crew's, and he could hear thumping from seraphs on the other side beating away at the weak points they created in the wood. Damien hoped to his favourite god—Ydar, god of earth—that the fight above deck was going well. He hoped it was going better than his. The seraphs had honed in on two places none of the six crew members with Damien could reach; all seven could only watch helplessly was more and more holes were put in the hull, always followed by that cacophonous thumping that echoed all around them. Damien drew his machete.

Inevitably, the wood gave way, first in one spot then the other. Water came pouring in; the scent of salt and sea completely overwhelmed and washed out the previous scent of wood and tar. With it, the first body tumbled in, and as it rose to its feet, Damien came face-to-face with his first sea seraph. To Damien, it looked at once so human and so alien: Its body looked much like his; it had two eyes, a nose, a mouth, two legs and two arms. This one had tightly curled hair similar to his, though its hair was much longer and more kinky whereas his was more curly, and it had smooth, brown skin, just a few shades lighter than his own. It was also clothed, though its clothing was entirely made of tightly fitting skins as opposed to his loose linen. Nevertheless, the differences were just as striking as the similarities. Seraphs had fins on both of their forearms and on their backs, and this one was baring its mouth full of fangs at him. Their eyes were somehow wrong in a way that took Damien a second to place: “Too much pupil.” From their forehead sprouted two antennae with glowing bulbs on the end; this one's glowed green, and all across its fins and face were spots that, on anyone else, would be freckles, but on a seraph glowed that same green.  He found this seraph's gender to be an utter mystery. For a moment, Damien was entranced, and that moment nearly cost him his life. Just in time, he stepped to the side and swung his machete in the place where he was, lopping off the arm of the seraph as it reached a clawed hand for him. Green blood spewed forth from the wound, and the seraph stumbled before Damien delivered the killing blow. A cry across the hold indicated one of his crew mates was not so lucky.

Damien could not come to help. The seraphs were enlarging the holes and more were arriving; within moments, there were ten to overwhelm the remaining six, and seraph hands still tore at the wood of the hull to augment their entrances. The water reached Damien's thighs and was quickly rising. He was surrounded. He struck at those around him, dealing small damage and trying to maintain a circle of safe space. He could not tell if the cries of pain he heard belonged to friend or foe any longer.

As the seraphs menaced him, however, he realized something: No longer were they directly attacking. Only the first one had. They were playing it safe. Maybe his initial kill had intimidated them. A smile quirked at his lips. Then, as the water lapped at his hips, a second realization hit: They only needed to keep him busy until the water reached the ceiling. Damien realized he was going to die. Well, he would not die by the ocean's hand: With a cry, he made a break for the stairs, slashing at any who stood in his way, but the effort was doomed to fail. A seraph slipped a knife between his ribs before he made it halfway, and once he fell, they descended upon him. He was dead in moments. The ship belonged to the seraphs and sat at the bottom of the sea in no less than half an hour.

(4/22/15 - From when the ianthina were called sea seraphs.)

[welcometoenchiron]

Eniyan humans claim their origins from an extinct race of giants.

[welcometoenchiron]

Eniya is the biggest and the oldest kingdom and home to the first humans. All other mixed breeds originated here. It is a monarchy ruled by the Desert Mother and Father, who keep their faces covered and are symbolically immortal. They're not necessarily a couple, but they are expected to be a perfect partnership. They are a centralized and rather imperialistic and nationalistic country.

[ajansakurdi]

#Zarokên bavê wan li eniya şer in bala wan li #Kobanê ye

#Zarokên bavê wan li eniya şer in bala wan li #Kobanê ye

Gelek welatiyên Kobanê piştî zarokên xwe ji êrîşên çeteyên DAIŞ'ê xilaskirin û anîn Pirsûsê careke din ji bo li hemberî çeteyan axa xwe biparêzin vegeriyan Kobanê. Bala hevser û zarokên wan jî li Kobanê ye.

Malbatên kesên li Kobanê şer dikin li Pirsûsê têkoşîna jiyanê berdewam dikin. Piraniya welatiyên Kobanê yên dikarin şer bikin piştî malbatên xwe anîn Pirsûsê careke din ji bo şer bikin û axa…

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